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Like every night, the lost boys were dancing around the bonfire, laughing and celebrating that the âtraitorsâ were captured. But there was a tiny problem. I didnât support the plan. Or maybe I deserved this because I didnât tell Pan. The thing that most hurted me was that Peter was thinking I wasnât his friend and that I wanted him death. Indeed, I didnât know I cared that much about him. He was a good friend of mine and I didnât want anything bad happening to him. I couldnât imagine a day without hearing his flute, or hunting with him, or our little talks in the middle of the nights. He was the one who made me laugh the most. Dave was too busy trying to impress the others that he didn´t care about me. But Peter, he was different. Â
We were all tied up next to a big tree a little far from the bonfire and all I could look at was Peter. Actually, I had never seen that expression on his face. He seemed hurt and broken. Suddenly, his eyes laid on me. We looked at each other for a moment and it was like the whole world had stopped. I shook my head and some tears left my eyes. How could I be so stupid? I was about to call him when I was stopped by a voice.Â
âPlease, donât tell me you care about himâ Dave told me and I looked away, trying to hide my emotions. âI understand now. You were his little bitch. Thatâs why you disappeared every night, donât you?â I faced him and even tough I was tied up against a tree in front of him, I was close enough to kick him with my foot, blood falling from his nose.
âI didnât end up with you, asshole. You used me and I promise as soon as I get free I will-âÂ
âThatâs why I always liked youâ one of the newest lost boys interrumpted me âYou look like a fragile doll but inside you thereâs fireâ While he was talking, two others boys untied me and got me up.Â
âWhat are you doing?â I asked but the only response I got was a dirty smirk from that boy. They threw me into a group of boys and they all began to touch me, trying to break my t-shirt. I tried not to scream but I did started punching every face that came closer. After a few tries, I punched someoneâs face and everybody kept quiet.Â
âIâm done playing silly gamesâ that boy, grabbed my arm and dragged me through the forest.
My arms were trying to catch something to stop me from being dragged but they failed. When he stopped, I got up and looked around. I was between the Mermaids lagoon and him.
âFor Panâ he said before pushed me.
Suddenly, I was in the middle of the lagoon and I prayed the Mermaids were far from me, but oh I was wrong. One of them grabbed my ankle and tried to drawn me. I thought that was the end and the only image that comes to my mind was Peter. An firm arm grabbed mine dragging me out of the lagoon and threw me into the floor.
âPeterâ I said to the boy who saved me. His eyes scanning my body looking for some wound but they ended up laying on my eyes. âWhy did you save me?â
âBecause I wanted toâ he said, trying to act like the dark Pan he wanted us to think of him. But deep down, I knew Pan wouldnât have saved anyone without a purpose. The only thing that came into my mind was the idea of him knowing I didnât want him death like the others.
âHow did you know?â
He put my hair behind my ear and smiled back at me. âI simply knew. It was there but I was so angry to know it beforeâ I smiled but he continued âBesides, you broke your boyfriendâs nose being tied up, I bet you would have kicked his ass if you werenât in that tree. I wish some of the lost boys were as badass as youâ
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Part 2
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"Hey Y/N?" Felix said as I was about to walk into Peter and I's tree house. "Hey Felix." I said with a smile until I heard a noise coming from the tree house. "Felix?" I said confused "There's a new girl, Wendy." Felix said scratching the back of his neck. "New girl?" I said and I heard the sounds again. I grabbed the handle and before Felix could stop me I shoved the door open. I froze my heart literally stopped beating, I couldn't move. I heard faint shouting, it sounded like I was in water. Until I came back to reality. "Y/N it's not what it looks like it really isn't!" Peter said standing in front of me. Wendy I'm assuming was laying in my bed holding a sheet over herself. This was something I never had to worry about before, I was the only lost girl.
*Flashback*
"Peter stop!" I said laughing as Peter kissed my neck while tickling my sides. "I-I can't breathe!" I say laughing, "I love you." I heard him mumble. I stopped laughing, and I looked down at him. "What did you say?" I asked him. "I love you, Y/N." He said and I couldn't help but smile. "I love you." I said kissing him gently, I felt him smile into the kiss. I rolled us over so I was on top straddling his lap. He sat up and slid his hands down to my ass cupping it roughly. My fingers tangled into his hair tugging gently. He pulled away from the kiss and just looked at me, "What?" I asked him with a laugh "Nothing, you're just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He said before pressing his lips against mine. He flipped us over and he started grinding himself against me, I let out a moan against his lips. "Peter!" I gasped as I felt his boner press against my already wet core. "I want you." He said kissing my neck gently. "You have me." I say looking up at him as he pulls his shirt off revealing his toned body. I couldn't help but stare, "Like what you see?" He says with a cocky smirk. "Nope." I say popping the P. "Mm sure." He says with a chuckle before I pulled my shirt over my head along with my sports bra. His lips immediately attached themselves to my chest. As he did that I managed to get both of our pants down. No the only thing keeping our skin from touching was my panties and his boxers. Peter kissed down to my stomach stoping right above where I needed him, "Peter please." I begged quietly. His fingers hooked in the waist band and pulled them down painfully slow. Once they hit the ground his lips were on my clit, sucking harshly. My fingers retreated to his soft hair, tugging gently. I bucked my hips against his lips, he thrusted two fingers into my pussy. Making me screaming out in pleasure as I already felt the knot in my stomach building up. "F-faster!" I cried and he sped up his fingers along with his tongue. Before I knew it I was coming undone all over his lips. He pulled away and sucked his fingers clean. I sat up and roughly pressed my lips against his, moaning as I taste myself on him. I pushed him on his back and I palmed him through his boxers lightly, "Darling, No games." He says with a throaty groan. "But Peter you love games." I say innocently. He rolled his eyes and I decided to stop playing, I pulled his boxers down and threw them to the floor. His cock sprung up, pre cum already dripping from the tip. I didn't waste any time before bringing my plump lips to the tip, kitten licking. "Oh God." I heard Peter said under his breath. I finally took him all the way into my mouth, what I could take I pumped with my hand. I felt him buck his hips making me gag a little. "Fuck!" He moaned his head falling deeper into the pillows. "S-stop. I wanna be inside you when I cum." He said and I pulled my lips away. He immediately pushed me against the bed, he got between my legs. Pressing a soft kiss against my lips. "You ready?" He asked sweetly and I nodded. He pushed the tip in, trying to tease me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me, pushing himself all the way in. "Yes!" I cried out, taking my nails down his muscular back. Peter was already close, so when I moaned his name he came undone. He didn't stop though he kept thrusting until I felt a familiar knot in my stomach building up again. He reached between us rubbing my clit as he thrusted in painfully slow. But him rubbing my clit brought my over the edge. I finished screaming his name, he pulled out and he laid next to me. He pulled the soft blankets over us. "You're my one and only lost girl." He said kissing my shoulder gently.
*End of Flashback*
"Y/N Y/N?" I heard Peter yell and I finally came back to reality. I stumbled backwards slightly out of the treehouse. I ran down the steps and straight into the woods, I didn't hesitate when I heard Peter calling me. I just kept running, it felt as though I ran so far away. When really all I did was run into the forest. It was easy to get lost if you didn't know your way around, luckily I've been here so long I know the island as well as Peter. I ran deep into the dark green forest, I didn't want to see Peter every again. I knew the inevitable since he owns the island and I couldn't leave. I don't know if I really would wanna leave, any family I had would have died long ago. I didn't have anyone that I could start over with. "Y/N." I heard followed by a puff of breath. I turned around to face him, I couldn't hide forever. I hadn't realized the tears falling from my eyes until he wiped one away. "Y/N please listen." He said softly. I stood there frozen, Peter was my first love. He knows me better than anyone, "Why would you want to hurt me?" I asked quietly. "I never wanted to hurt you." He said his face softening. "You said I was the one and only lost girl." I said my voice breaking. "Y/N I-" he started again "I don't wanna be your lost girl anymore." I stated. The words that came out of my mouth felt like a slap to Peters face. "What?" He said in disbelief "I do love you." He said taking my hand. "You don't." I said and a tear fell from his face. "Do you not love me anymore?" He asked. "Of course I do, Peter." I said looking at the ground. "You and I have been together for so long, I didn't think you would do something like this." I said. "Y/N I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything to me, Wendy she's- she's a pawn." He said. "Am I not enough? Is it not enough to have a long happy life with me?" I asked more tears falling from my eyes. "That's all I ever wanted." He said quietly. "Y/N I promise you'll never have to see Wendy ever again, she'll stay in the cages." He went on. "Why? You made the mistake why should she have to pay the price?" I asked. "You want to leave?" He asked. "I don't." I said and he looked up at me. "I don't have anyone anymore. They're all dead. I had you, that was enough for me." I said with a sigh. "Tell me please, what could I do?" He pleaded. "What's done is done. There's no fixing it Peter." I said wiping my tears away and walking further into the forest.
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âPan!â
Felixâs voice made Peter Pan look up from where heâd been sharpening his knife with a rock. He abruptly stood and hurried up to his second-in-command, his face creasing in concern. âI know that look, what happened?â he demanded.
âItâs the Indians,â Felix explained. âApparently Tiger Lily has gone missing and theyâre blaming us. Tinkerbell told me, said she didnât have time to come here to let you know herself.â
âTypical Indians,â Pan scoffed. âBlaming us for everything. Soon enough theyâll learn we donât have her. We may have to prove our innocence though. Make sure all the Lost Boys are prepared for an ambush at anytime. I know they wonât find our camp but they will target the hunting parties.â
Felix nodded, taking his club off itâs seemingly-permanent resting place on his shoulder. âYes, Pan,â he agreed. âWeâll bring extra weapons.â
âLost Boys, gather âround!â Pan yelled.
At once the other boys stopped what they were doing and gathered around him and Felix, looking at their leader expectantly.
âFelix has told me some exciting news,â Pan announced (gif). âTiger Lily has gone missing and itâs no surprise the Indians are blaming us. Iâll send some boys out to collect more dreamshadeâyou can expect to be fighting here very soon.â
The boys murmured to each other excitedly, their eyes gleaming with hunger for a fight. This made Pan smile. He would lead the next hunting party purposely towards the Indian border. If his boys wanted a fight, they would get one. And the Lost Boys would win. Theyâll have me, anyways, he thought. Heâd taught his Lost Boys that fighting was fun and they always looked forward to it.
As everyone began to disperse, Devin hurried up to him. âUh, Pan, thereâs a hunting party near the Indian border right now, unaware of the threat.â he said.
âThey have their arrows and spears and knives, they should be good,â Pan shrugged. âThe only problem is the Indians have the element of surprise, but my boys are skilled fighters.â
Pan saw the unease on Devinâs face as plain as day. âDonât worry,â he slapped him on the back. âItâs not like we havenât had surprise attacks before. They can hold up their own, and thatâs even if the Indians attack today. No guarantee.â
âOkay,â Devin agreed, reassured. Pan watched him walk away, then sat down on a log to finish sharpening his knife. His gaze travelled around the camp, soughting out (y/n). He didnât see her.
âFelix!â he called, standing up. âWhereâs (y/n)?â
âI sent out a hunting party earlier with her in it,â Felix replied.
Pan stared at Felix in dread, surprised at the worry he suddenly felt (gif). âThatâs not goodâŚâ
âWhat?â Felix asked. âAre you worried about the Indians attacking them? Like you told Devin, theyâll be fine.â
âBut (y/n) has never fought the Redskins before,â Pan snapped. âAnd sheâs not prepared for a surprise attack.â
â(Y/n) is one of the best fighters we have,â Felix pointed out. âAnd like you said, Pan, thereâs no guarantee those flea-ridden Indians will attack anytime soon.â
Panâs brows furrowed in worry. âBut (y/n)....â
âIs fine.â Felix finished. He grinned. âWho wouldâve ever have guessed that Peter Pan would ever be the one to worry, of all people?â
âShut up,â Pan growled, not in the mood for the teasing.
âSorry, Pan,â Felix backed off with both hands up.
Later that evening
Pan was crouched and tossing sticks into the fire when he heard shouting in the distance. He shot up, yanking his knife from its sheathe, curious as to what all the commotion was about. The other boys turned their heads, alarmed.
He recognized the voices though, and a moment later saw four of his Lost Boys emerge from the undergrowth bloodied and bruised.
âGet Pan!â they yelled. âWe were attacked!â
Everyone rushed towards them and Pan pushed his way through the crowd, knowing before it was even said that this was the Indiansâ doing. What he saw as the returning boys spread out made his heart drop. William was at the back of the group, carrying (y/n) bridal style. Her head lolled over his arms and her body jolted with every step he took. Pan halted (gif), speechless for a moment and unsure of the flood of emotions that overtook him as he saw his only Lost Girl seemingly-lifeless in this boyâs arms.
âSheâs alive,â William answered before anyone had the chance to ask if she was dead. âBut just barely.â
âLet me see her!â Panâs heart filled in anguish as he took (y/n) from Williamâs hold, his strong arms wrapping around her limp body. âWhat happened to her?â he demanded, looking down at her with a pained expression. Her eyes were closed as if she were sleeping, her arms hanging, her (y/h/l) hair tangled and falling over his arms. Blood and dirt smudged her face around her lips and her forehead, a sure sign of a struggle.
âShe passed out from blood loss on the way back,â Joseph said. âIt was the Indians. Theyâre the ones who ambushed us.â
âIâm going to take their lives,â Pan snarled (gif).
âWeâll help you,â Felix agreed. âNo one does this to one of us and gets away with it!â
One of the boys opened (y/n)âs tent and Pan ducked inside. He gently laid her on the blankets, propping her head on a pillow. She had bruises all over her body and a few cuts on her arms. Most noticeable of all, her shirt was blood-soaked on one side. He lifted it, seeing a once green scarf now red and tied around her abdomen. He pulled it off, horrified at the giant gash itâd been covering.
âI need bandages!â he shouted, pressing his hands onto the wound. Sickly warm blood gushed around his fingers, turning his skin red.
The boys rushed about, bringing in the few medical supplies they had, as well as some candles to give light in the tent. They talked up a storm outside, asking about the attack, asking about (y/n), and Pan even heard one say theyâd never seen him so worried over anyone before, injured or not. He clenched his jaw at that comment, then decided to ignore it and focus all his attention on the unconscious girl beneath him. Despite his pressure on the wound the blood was coating his hands.
Felix handed him a towel and Pan took it, using that in place of his hands. âI need warm water! Now! And...â his mind raced for the name of the herb he needed. He was so distressed about (y/n) that it was hard to think clearly. Then he remembered with a start. â...Yarrow!â
âHeat up water over the fire!â Felix ordered. âBring fresh yarrow!â
Pan leaned against (y/n)âs side with all his weight, sweat beading on his forehead. He checked her pulse with two fingers soaked in her fast-drying blood. It was weak. Something sparked in his chest. Something he hadnât felt in a long, long time: Grief.
He kept pressure on the wound, watching (y/n)âs face closely. She was out cold. Pan closed his eyes, pushing back the grief rising in his throat. He was surprised at himself that he felt like this for her, and he subtly told himself could not let it show. He just couldnât.
âHereâs the water,â Devin set the bowl down next to him.
Pan dipped in his finger. It was warm enough; not too hot, not too cold. He removed the reddened towel and slowly poured the water on the gash to clean it out. (Y/n)âs hand twitched as he did this but that was all. Pan placed the towel back on her wound, relieved that the bleeding had now slowed down.
âI hope this is enough yarrow,â Kane said as he entered the tent, handing a large bundle of the herb to Felix.
âItâs plenty,â Pan assured. He had Felix pressurize the wound as he rinsed off the yarrow in another bowl of water that had been brought in, then he placed the leaves on the gash. It would help stop the bleedingâsomething he had learned from (y/n).
âCome on, (y/n),â Pan urged. âWake up!â He felt her pulse again. It was the same. âCome on,â he murmured anxiously.
She moaned. Though her eyes stayed shut, her face twisted in pain. â(Y/n), Iâm here,â Pan gripped her hand tightly with his. He no longer cared who saw it. âI need you awake. I donât know what to do.â His voice cracked. What he really meant was âI donât know what Iâd do if I lose youâ. âPlease, (y/n), stay strong.â
No response, not even a facial expression. Whatever little trace of consciousness (y/n) just had, sheâd lost it.
Pan would make the Indians regret theyâd ever been born. A flame of rage ignited inside him, growing bigger with each passing second. And if this wound caused (y/n) her life, God help them all, because all hell would break loose.
Much later that night, Pan was still sitting by (y/n)âs side, watching her in the flickering, soft orange light of the candles. Her chest rose and fell steadily as she breathed, a good sign that her strength was returning. Heâd mixed fresh plantain leaves with the yarrow; plantain has a reputation for healing the skin more rapidly than muscle and fatty tissues. It would help the flesh to pull together and heal quickly. Something else sheâd taught him. Now her abdomen was wrapped tightly with bandages.
It was just him in the tent with her. Everyone else was asleep, except for two boys heâd put on night-watch. Alone in the silence, he was thinking up so many ways heâd get his revenge on those hell-born Indians. Heâd already planned to leave at first light with a patrol of his battle-hungry Lost Boys. His fingernails repeatedly dug into his palms, just itching to use magic to inflict pain and let loose his anger.
Suddenly, (y/n) stirred, and Pan sat up straight. â(Y/n)?â he whispered, staring at her with heightened attention. âIâm here.â
Her eyes fluttered opened, staring up at the tentâs ceiling in confusion before recognition filled her gaze. âPan?â she tried to sit up but the movement only made her face scrunch in pain and she groaned. âOuch...â
âShhh, just lay back down,â Pan said gently. Relief flooded through him. She was awake. Everything would be better now. âYouâre safe.â
âI know,â (Y/n) murmured. She carefully lifted her shirt and placed a hand on the bandages, wincing slightly. âHow bad is it?â
âIâve seen worse,â Pan said. Then he cleared his throat. âI put plantain and yarrow leaves on the wound. That should help.â
âYou remembered what I showed you,â (y/n) rasped, not caring to hide the surprise in her voice. Her (y/e/c) eyes warmed. âThank you.â
âNot like I had a choice,â he murmured, his gaze fixed on her bandages. When he glanced back up, she was staring at him with exhaustion-darkened eyes, quiet for a long moment. âWhy you?â she eventually questioned.
âWhat?â
âNo offense, but I never expected you to be the one tending to my wounds,â (y/n) said. âIâmâŚâ she frowned in thought, then smiled. â...flattered.â
Pan didnât know what to say. He searched for a snarky remark, but couldnât find any truth in the ones he thought up. âHere, drink this,â instead he avoided the question and handed her a cup of water.
(Y/n) lifted up onto her elbows and drank thirstily. When she was done Pan took the cup from her as she laid her head back down on the pillow with a small grunt. âThanks again. Iâm guessing they caught you up on the Indians attacking us?â
âYeah, I know.â Pan explained to her the problem with Tiger Lily and the Indiansâ blame.
âI almost had him,â she growled after he finished. âBut I tripped over a freaking rock behind me and stumbled, and thatâs when that stupid Indian got my side.â
âIâll make him pay, donât worry,â Pan assured. âIâll gut him and lay his entrails from his bloody camp to the shore.â
âIf only I could do it,â (y/n) sighed wistfully. âIf it wasnât for this stupid wound Iâd be out there with you guys, getting my sweet revenge.â
âI know, (y/n). You lost a lot of blood,â Pan went on. âYouâll be very weak for the next few days...â
âI know that,â (y/n) sighed. âI feel light-headed right now.â
âThink you can hold down some food?â Pan asked. âThereâs roasted boar, mulberries, may be some hare left....or if you want anything fresh, we can fry you up some eggs...or a carp....?â
(Y/n) shook her head. âThatâs nice of youâoffering to cook me something fresh.â She smiled again, just a faint rise of the corners of her lips. âBut I donât need any babying. I donât think I can eat right now anyway; my stomach hurts like hell. Besides, Iâm not hungry.â
âYouâre gonna have to eat soon,â Pan warned. âNeed to keep your strength up.â
(Y/n) was looking at him as if heâd said something in another language. âIf it wasnât for your being the one and only Peter Pan,â she rasped, âIâd think youâre concerned for me.â
âWell, what do you expect?â he retaliated. âLook at the state youâre in. Canât have my only Lost Girl die on me like this. Youâre the only one who's actually skilled in herbs and treating injuries. Without you a lot more boys wouldâve lost their fingers or be hobbled for life.â
âRight,â (y/n) sighed. Was that disappointment in her voice? âOf course thatâs the reason.â She didnât sound mad, just...tired. Really tired.
Pan stayed where he was by her, the complete silence comforting to his ears. He didnât know what to say and was thankful she didnât ask anymore questions regarding his concern for her. What heâd just told her was only half of the reason. If he was being honest, it was because....heâd grown to like her in a way heâd never thought heâd ever feel about anyone. And he wouldnât admit to anyone either. Not to himself, and especially not to her.
âNow that youâre awake,â Pan spoke, breaking the crisp silence, âI think itâs safe for me to leave to get some fresh air.â He stood up, looking down at (y/n). âJust donât die on me while Iâm away, okay?â
She smiled weakly. âUnlikely.â
Pan left the tent, leaving camp and walking towards the nearby stream. Emotions battled inside him. The grief he felt when (y/n) was lying there, bleeding out and on the brink of death, the way the rage of her unnecessary injuries made him trembleâŚ.he slid his hands over his face despite the dried blood on them. I shouldnât feel this way. Why do I feel this way? He liked his reputation of being a heartless dick. But now, he mightâve just ruined it.
Once at the stream, Pan crouched on the bank and rubbed his hands in the water, scrubbing off the dried blood (gif).
Then he headed back the way he came, relishing in the warm night air. He took his time walking through the trees, letting the songs the cicadas sang drown out his conflicted thoughts.
Back in camp, he stood there watching (y/n)âs tent. A dark figure melting into the shadows of the night. The tent, however, was glowing a very soft orange thanks to the candles inside. Everything else was dark and quiet, just like Pan.
After a few more minutes passed, he re-entered her tent, running his hand over the back of his neck. (Y/n)âs eyes were closed and for a moment he thought sheâd fallen back asleep, but she looked up at him as he sat down beside her. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together.
âYou know, Pan...â (y/n) began quietly, propping herself up one arm despite the brief pain it caused. âI donât know if I dreamed this or not....but I remember you holding my hand.â
Pan froze, not meeting her eyes. Then he nervously clenched jaw. Nervousness. Thatâs something else he hadnât felt in a long, long time. âYou were dreaming,â he lied.
(Y/N) had a mostly normal life. Mostly. There was the occasional weird occurrences, but (Y/N) was good at brushing them aside. Today was Monday, a certain Monday that would be filled with these strange occurrences. It started normally, like any other school day. She got up, got dressed, put on some makeup, brushed her teeth and did her hair, and left for school. Nothing out of the ordinary.
 That day there was a tornado drill. (Y/N) along with everyone else went to the basement of her High School, crouched down against the wall, and put her head in her hands. Once everyone had settled down, the principalâs commanding voice sounded over the speaker;
âOkay students and staff, that was a very successful torna-â
Crack.
The speaker cut out as one by one, the lights hanging over the students shattered, sending glass raining down on the kids below. It became darker as the teenagers screamed along with some teachers the lights popped and glass flew everywhere. (Y/N) covered her head with her arms as the rest of the lights shattered and flickered off. Due to the fact that there were no windows in the basement, it was now pitch black, except for the occasional phone shining an not-so-bright screen light. People were freaking out, but the boy king looking on from the shadows did not disturb their school day just to scare some teenagers with a light show, no, he wanted to go farther.
(Y/N) was not at all phased by the sudden darkness. It was the mere result of a blown fuse, in her eyes. (Y/N) turned so that her back was facing away from the wall, and stood to her feet. (Y/N) then felt someone grabbing her waist rather harshly from behind, and she started struggling and wriggling, trying to get free of her aggressor.Â
âWhat the hell? Get⌠offâŚ. meâŚâ she mumbled as she kicked and squirmed against this persons strong hold on her hips. With the exception of the occasional grunts from the person grabbing her, those around her fell silent, listening to the struggle in order to get some idea of what was happening. Out of nowhere, the grunts and sounds of struggle stopped, the lights flicked back on, glass intact once more, and (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen.
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(Y/N)âs P.O.V
Your hips hurt, and your vision was of no help. The pitch black room faded away as a red smoke clouded your vision, and swept you away along with the person behind you. You had no understanding of what was happening, but you knew you had to get free somehow. You squeezed your eyes shut, and using all your strength, you stepped on the foot of the person behind you, and fell onto something soft. You opened your eyes to find yourself on fluffy sand, next to an ocean of ever-extending blue, and a dark jungle that looked as if it was breathing. You were lying on a beach.Â
You fumble to get up to your feet, and rub your eyes to make sure the your new surroundings werenât fake.
âDamn it, that fucking hurt!â
You whip your head around to face the voice of your aggressor, only to see a boy around your age, holding his right foot in his hands while hopping on his left. Your eyes widen as you take in the unusual attire of this new, attractive, boy in front of you.
Damn it (Y/N) he just attacked you, and you are in some freaky paradise land that is no-doubt far away from your home!
He finished rubbing his foot and looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes dark, as he clenches and unclenches his fists.Â
âYou!â he exclaims, taking two large strides over to you, and grabs your face in his right hand. He brings you face close to his, in a way that made his breath fan over your face and send chills down your spine.
âYou, need to understand something.â he pauses, while the reality of your situation starts to sink in. âYou are in a different realm. You are far from home, and not going back. And as long as you are on my island, You. Are. Mine.â
You only half listen to what he says. You start to tune out after he tells you you are never returning home. A strange feeling along with dread pools in your stomach, and it sizzles. It rises from your stomach to your neck, and to your cheeks. Your body starts to feel hot, and the boy sharply retracts his hand as he curses under his breath.
âI thought you didnât knowâŚâ he whispers, almost growling. The anger on his face somehow makes itself more evident, if that was even possible, then disappears completely. His face relaxes, and the corners of his mouth perk up as he gives a low chuckle.
âNevermind,â he states simply, as if he hadnât just been fuming. â It looks as if Iâve forgotten to introduce myself. Iâm Peter. Peter Pan.â
Your face relaxes, yet your surprise at what just happened still resides. You feel sick, and your unawareness of what exactly is happening makes you so nervous you could puke. Who is this attractive bipolar kid, and why am I on a island? And how exactly did I get here?
âCâmon, youâve got to have a name.â he says, after you havenât responded to his earlier introduction. âOkay, you know what? I didnât want to sound creepy, but I already know it, and you arenât talking. Letâs just get to camp. Come here (Y/N).â He reaches out to grab your forearm. Before he can though, your fear subsides just enough for your dormant anger to surface.
âWhat?â you mumble, but its sharp enough to make Pan stop in his tracks. âYou pull me from my home, in the middle of school, say I can never go back, talk to me as if you already know me, and have the audacity to yell at me when I fall onto a freakin beach that IâVE NEVER BEEN TO BEFORE?! ARE YOU INSANE?!â you yell.
Peter looks taken aback at your sudden outburst. He smirks as if him upsetting you makes him happy.
âAlright, alright. I get how this can be unusual.â he says smoothly, reaching out to finally tough your forearm. As he does, the sizzling that was in your stomach fades away, along with all the anger that you had built up until now. All you felt was a sudden dizziness.Â
The last thing you see before everything fades back to black is Pan chuckling as he lets you fall to the sand beneath you.
ok I know this was short I just wanted to try something. Hoping to make this into a multi-part series <3
It was like we were meant to be here. To be in Neverland. A few months ago, my boyfriend, a group of friends and I arrived by passing a magical portal. We met a boy who turned out to be Peter Pan, yes, that magical creature from that book. He invited us to his camp and now we were part from the Lost Boys. Well, I was the only Lost Girl, but that didnât make it easier. Peter was... tought.Â
âHey babyâ my boyfriend hugged me from my back. Being in Neverland was incredible. I loved being in the middle of the nature, the adventure, the lost boys... even Peter. Sometimes he was the scariest person alive, but he made me laugh like it was the easier thing in the world. âTonight, in the mermaids lagoon. Donât tell Panâ
As soon as I turned around, he was gone. It was not a secret that my boyfriend and Pan didnât get along but I did so I tried to make them be friends or be around each other without trying to kill the other. Suddenly, I heard a flute. A melody as beautiful as hypnotizing. I left the wood I was carrying for the bonfire and followed it. A huge waterfall appeared behind some palm trees, an amazing view that was interrupted by Peter, who was sat in a rock playing the flute. A branch broke and he turned his head, but as soon as he did that, he disappeared. I went to the rock where he was and looked around.Â
âYou heard it?â a voice said in my hear from my back and I turned around. He was there, as intimidating as always. A little smirk was showed, or it was a smile? I nodded. âWasnât I supposed to?â I barely said. I was afraid Peter was mad. âSorry for interrumpt, it wasnât my intentionâ
âSit thereâ he said pointing to the rock he was before. I did but he kept standing. âI told you thousand times I was tired of hearing you saying you are sorry. In Neverland, you donât say sorryâ I looked at my legs, which were crossed and smiled. âSo you think I play it very wellâ I looked at him and opened my mouth. âI didnât say thatâ I said. âI said âyou thinkâ. Are you enjoying here in Neverland?â âItâs like a dreamâ I sighted. Peter offered me his hand and I took it, getting up from that cold rock. âI enjoy spending time with youâ he smiled and I did it too. âHas Peter Pan said a compliment?â I smirk. I saw Peter... blushing? Suddenly we appeared in the camp and went near the bonfire. My boyfriend Dave was there and I sat next to him. He kissed my cheek and gave me a plate full of food.Â
Looking at the horizon,I kept thinking about what happened last night. Kill Peter? What were they thinking?! I was totally mad at Dave and the rest of them. Peter was nothing but good with us. Sure sometimes he was rude or serious, but he let us stay and be part of his gorup.Â
âYou seem unhappy. Sad. Even hurt. Who made you feel like that? I donât like itâ Peter was sat next to me, in the rock I found him yesterday. I put my head on his shoulder and began to hum the melody he was playing yesterday. I had this huge fight in my head. Should I told him? Definitely he would kill my friends and Dave, but, what if they did something to him? âWhy did you tell me to meet here?â I looked at Peter confused. I shook my head when Dave and the rest of my friends showed up with arrows and swords. Peter and I got up.Â
âNow we are the owners of Neverland!â
âDave!â I shouted.
Peter looked at me but quickly laid his eyes on Dave.Â
âSo do you really think I can be defeated that easily?â he said while putting his arms open and the roots of the nearest trees began to tie them. I looked at Peter and he was looking at me with a dark look. He was hurt. Even angry. Tears began to leave my eyes while the Lost boys showed up carry them back to the camp. âI didnât-â âFelix!â he interrupted me. Felix grabbed my arm and carried me with the rest of my friends. âPeter! Peter please, listen to me! Peter!â I shouted.Â
âDave!â Peter said, turning erveryoneâs head around. âDonât you know? Peter Pan never fails!â
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Part 1
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The next few months were full of Peter trying to get me back. He sent Wendy to another island somewhere so I wouldn't have to see her. But it was Peter who I never wanted to see again, I've been with him for so many years. I still couldn't wrap my head around why he would do something like this. I can tell you that this event has caused my heart to ache and darken. I didn't even have to see it to know that there wasn't a whole lot of light left, I could just feel it. I shouldn't let this have this much affect on me but I couldn't stop it. Peter was literally my entire world, everything in my life revolved around him. But I didn't want to be his girl anymore, or ever again for that matter. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him terribly, I missed the way things were between us. "Y/N please? Can we just sit down and talk about this?" Peter asked for the hundredth time. "If I say yes will you stop asking me?" I ask, clear annoyance in my tone. "Yes." He stated simply, "Well go ahead and lead the way." I said, he started his way up to his treehouse. "You're kidding right?" I asked him, he raised a brow in confusion. "Yes take me to the scene of the crime. Good option." I say, rolling my eyes. "Oh, Right." He says, coming back down the stairs. "Take my hand." He says, holding his hand out to me. "I'm not going to take your hand." I tell him, he grabs it anyways and we lift off the ground. A few minutes later we're over looking Neverland from a overhang. "My tent would've sufficed." I mumbled. "You have every right to be angry at me-" he started, "Good because I am." I cut him off. "I really messed up here. I don't know what I was thinking, I suppose I wasn't. Y/N, Love we've been through so much together. I love you so goddamn much, it kills me that I hurt you and that this continues to hurt you." He stated, "I can take it away." He whispered, "I can make you forget all of it." He added. "You want me to just forget? You want to use your powers to clean up your mess? Jeez Peter This makes me wonder how many times you've done this before!" I said angrily. "I've never done anything like this before, I swear. I'll only do it if you want me to." He said softly, "I can't live without you." He told me. I let out a deep breath, "Kiss me." I said to him. He froze for a moment, "What?" He asked, his eye brows knitting together. "I said kiss me." I repeated myself, he didn't need to hear it again before he stepped forward. Using one of his hands to cup my cheek softly, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. We went on like that for a little while, the kiss became more heated. I could tell Peter was putting all his emotions into that kiss, I knew that because I was doing the same. The love I still had for him was coming out, one thing lead to another and we were desperately tugging off one another's clothes. Peter placed me down on my back, suddenly there was a blanket beneath us. Peter positioned himself between my legs, we both needed each other. It's been months since we've been together like this, it was usual for us. But that's how things needed to be, Peter looked into my eyes so lovingly. All I could picture was him looking into Wendy's eyes like that. He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin softly before trailing his hand down my body. Peter thrusted his hips forward, a loud drawn out gasp left my lips. "I love you." He breathed out, nuzzling his face into my neck. Choked moans left my lips as the tears fell from my eyes, I wouldn't let him see that though. He pressed his lips to my neck as he continued to thrust into me, one of my hands tangled into his hair while the other gripped onto his back. I swallowed hard, my eyes fluttering shut causing a few more tears to fall. "I've missed you so much." He whispered in my ear, I didn't trust my voice in the slightest so all I did was hum in response. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he continued to thrust. Things were so different between us, he acted as if nothing had happened. He groaned as he sped up, "Peter!" I cried out. He did seem to remember where my g-spot was and he hit it over and over again. "Oh my god!" I gasped, my muscles tightening before I came. My nails dug into his skin as he continued to thrust. Only a few moments later he came with a loud groan of my name. He pulled away and kissed my swollen lips roughly, "I'm so glad to have you back." He mumbled against my lips. We both got dressed in silence before I broke it, "Peter?" I questioned, "Yes darling?" He answered. "I want to go home." I told him, "We can go back to the treehouse." He told me and I shook my head. "No I want to leave Neverland." I explained, his face fell and a look of confusion washed over him. "You can't tell me that meant nothing to you!" He shouted, "I didn't feel it anymore. My feelings have changed, maybe it was because of what you did or matter it was just a matter of time." I spoke, "Bullshit." He gritted as he shook his head. "I don't want to be your girl anymore." I said quietly. There were a few moments of silence, "You really want to leave?" He asked in disbelief. I nodded and I watched him swallow hard before he nodded. "Say goodbye to everyone and then I'll take you." He told me, I made my way back to camp and said my goodbyes. It was really hard, I've known these boys for so long we were family. "Ready?" Peter asked and I nodded.
"This is Storybrook. They'll take care of you here." He told me, I nodded and I went to walk away but Peter grabbed me wrist gently. "Y/N if you ever want me to come back and get you...just leave your window open." He told me, I nodded before walking away from him. I made sure to keep my window locked every night since.
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Request: I was wondering if you could write a smut with Pan where the reader is really innocent and doesn't know how to respond when she hears the dirty remarks he whispers to her throughout the day so she gets all flustered and Pan teases her for it?
GUYSSS MY GIFS WONT WORK! When they do Iâll add them!
"Do you have any idea how good you'd look with your thighs wrapped around my head?" He whispered in my ear, making sure to blow a hot breath on my neck. I felt my heart pick up speed, my face turning bright red at the comment. He had a smirk on his face as he walked away from me, I let out a breath of relief when he was gone. I seemed to hold my breath whenever he was around, I didn't know how to react to those words that he said to me. It made me rub my thighs together, I didn't like him having this effect on me. I was walking through camp a little later that day and as soon as I saw him in front of me I froze. I just stopped right in my tracks, my face was already flush again. "What's the matter, love? Just thinking about how loud I'd have to scream my name?" He asked with a grin, "O- Of course not." I stuttered our, brushing past him. I heard Peter jogging after me, he pinned me up against the tree. "Or were you thinking how hard I'd make you cum? Or how my fingers would feeling pumping in and out of your tight little pussy?" He whispered to me, a small whimper left my lips and he pulled away with a satisfied smirk on his face. "I'll see you later, sweetheart." He said to me. I leaned my head back against the tree, a huff leaving my lips. It was just after dinner and everyone was sitting around the fire, Peter took a seat right next to me. I scooted over a bit and so did Peter, he pushed my hair to the side and leaned in and pressed his lips right to me neck. None of the lost boys were paying at mind at all, "You wanna know what it feel like to feel my fingers inside that tight little pussy?" Peter whispered, nipping at my neck. His fingers trailing up my thigh, "P-Peter..We aren't alone." I whispered, "Then let's go to my treehouse where we can be alone?" He asks, I bite my bottom lip nervously as I nod. Peter springs up from his seat and takes my hand in his as he leads us up to his treehouse. I swallow hard as I step through the door, "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?" He asked seriously. "Yes." I say, it's barely audible but a grin appears on his face as he pushes me back onto the bed. My dress moved up as Peter climbed on top of me, he smashed his lips to mine. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest with how fast it was racing. His hand wrapped around my thigh and I shivered slightly under his touch, he broke the kiss rather quickly. He leaned back and pushed my dress up above my hips, "Look at you, already wet for me." Peter said with a cocky smirk. My face felt so hot in that moment, he tugged my panties down. "Now I'm gonna get to see how good you look with your thighs wrapped around me." He stated before just diving in. My muscles immediately clenched at the feeling, "Peter!" I moaned out, he wrapped his arms around my thighs keeping me in place. I felt his tongue pushing into my pussy, causing a long drawn out moan to fall from my lips. I bit my lip to quiet myself, my hands tangled into his hair tightly. I bucked my hips forward against his tongue, I felt him thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy before pulling out and doing it again. All of the things he was saying earlier already had me almost cumming. He started sucking on my clit harshly, he was eating me out as if his life depended on it. I was cumming in seconds, pulling at his hair causing groans to come from his lips which vibrated against my pussy. Peter looked at me with a smirk as he licked his lips, "You taste just as good as I imagined." He told me.
Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)
Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically Iâll write for any fandom. Iâll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DONâT OWN ANY GIFS*
Request:Â Could you do a fluff imagine where the reader is Regina's daughter and everyone judges her from her mother's mistakes and she finds pan while in Neverland and he understands her?
I think I gotta do a smutty part 2. What do yaâll think?Â
"Why did you bring me along?" I asked my mother, "I don't trust the people in storybrook." She admitted, "Because they hate me?" I asked her and her head snapped towards me. "They don't understand you. They never will." She told me and I nodded, "It's because of the things I did. They don't understand that you're nothing like me, but that's a good thing." She said to me and I let out a sigh and walked to the other side of the Jolly Roger.
"Alright everyone let's get Henry and get the hell off this island." Hook stated and everyone agreed before we started our search for Henry. Everyone loved Henry while everyone seemed to not like me very much. I heard the whispers and I've seen the way everyone looks at me.
"Shit." I mumbled I must've got too far behind the group because I didn't see them anymore. "Lost?" I heard a voice behind me and I turned towards it but nobody was there. I turned back around and I was met with a pair of eyes, I was about to question how they'd gotten in front of me but then I remembered where I was. "I seem to be." I told the boy, "Everyone who ends up here is lost one way or another." He said to me, "Who are you?" I asked curiously, "Oh forgive me for my rudeness. I'm Peter, Peter Pan." He said, I should've been scared after all the stories I've heard about this 'Demon'. "I'm-" I started but he cut me off, "Y/N." he finished and I nodded. "Well Y/N I hate to inform you but you're lost." He stated as a matter of fact, I raised a brow. "Yeah I thought we knew that." I said and he chuckled, "Not lost as in you don't know where you are, love. You're lost as in you don't know who you are." He explained, those words hit me like a truck. How could this stranger know so much in just mere seconds of meeting him. "What makes you say that?" I asked him, "There's a hole around your heart." He stated, "Not a literal hole but I know you know what I'm talking about." He said and I nodded, "Let's walk?" He said holding his arm out for me, I took it and we began walking. We walked for a few minutes without speaking, "How did you know?" I asked him and he glanced over at me. "Because I have that same hole." He admitted to me, "But you're Peter Pan." I said causing him to chuckle once again, "I wasn't always." He told me. "My boy was in the same spot that you're in. His father was a no good crook who only cared about himself, and I'll put it in a nice way your mother is no saint. But the family that we're born into, well that doesn't define who you are." He explained to me, was this really the same horrible demon that everyone is terrified of? "You know Y/N this place is for people just like you. You can find yourself here, and I don't think you'd be the worst company to have here." He said causing a small laugh to fall from my lips. Not a single person that I've met has given my the benefit of the doubt because of who my mother was. I felt so close to him, closer than I've felt to anyone, really ever. He understood me.
